May 13, 2010

you, yourself,

17 drops of blood, 
counting.
sweat covering all over the face.

shadows all around you,
swallowing you.
but the guts you have,
you surfaced.

do you feel alone?
are you alone?
lonely?

you dont really see what you posses,
the beauty of calm.

you blurred the darkness like a chandelier.
you know,
even the smallest light can be seen in the dark.

you dont really see what you posses,
your beauty floods the skies.

shattered surface,
imperfections,
hatred,
it's all that you see.

hold my hand,
i'll bring you to a place,
where you will see your own beauty evey moment you rise.

- he says.